Page 28 of Sex, Lust & Lingerie

“Oh, Gloria!”

I didn’t take my eyes off him as his cock jerked, spurting cum all over his beautiful hand. My mouth remained wide open.

“Did you feel me?”

“Yes!” I gasped. I could actually feel him come in my mouth, the spasms of his cock vibrating against my tongue and palate. The hot sensation of his release filled my mouth. I gulped.

“Can you taste me?”

“Yes!” It was true! The sweet salty taste invaded my taste buds.

“Now, Gloria!”

As he shouted my name, I squeezed my eyes shut and combusted. Hot embers shot through my convulsing body. Oh. My. God.

“Angel, you deserve a medal for that.”

His sultry voice brought awareness back into me. Blinking my eyes open, it took me a few seconds to remember where I was. I took in my surroundings and my breath hitched. I was in my office, sitting half-naked on my desk and shaking from having oral cyber sex with a man I didn’t trust. The riot of emotions I felt made my heart race. I glanced at my computer screen. Jaime Zander, now back in his sweats, bare-chested and barefooted, was sitting cross-legged on his bed. There was still a tent, though smaller, between his thighs. That cocky smile of his played on his face and his blue eyes twinkled.

“I think Skyping will be a very effective form of long distance communication.” He blew me a kiss.

The jumble of emotions I was feeling dissolved into rage. He just wanted to prove once again that he could make me fall apart. Control me. I climbed off my desk and scrambled to put my suit back on.

“Gloria, where are you going?”

“I’m going home,” I snapped back at him as I zipped up my skirt. I quickly donned my silk blouse and jacket, not bothering to button it. Damn him! The rogue had rendered me powerless. I just didn’t need this in my life when the future of Gloria’s Secret and its leader was at stake. I needed, more than ever, to be in control. What was wrong with me?

“Why don’t you stop by Shutters before you go home?”

His words dug a hole in the pit of my stomach. To warm him up before his hot date? “I have a previous commitment.” I coldly repeated his own earlier words.

He raised his brows. “Oh, with who?”

My thumb unconsciously twisted his ring. “A very handsome man. So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go. Enjoy your dinner.”

“Gloria—”

I ended the Skype session. I hastily grabbed my purse and my briefcase and dashed out of my office.

To my relief, Vivien wasn’t at her desk; she was long gone. An unsettling dark thought flashed into my head. The possibility existed that she might be working with Jaime Zander while I was out on the streets on my ass. Jobless and heartsick. I shuddered.

I was happy to be back in my apartment. As soon as I unlocked the door, I tossed my purse and briefcase onto the entryway console and wound up the marble stairs to my bedroom. Plopping down on my bed, I wearily shed my suit and undergarments, glad to be free of my soaking wet panties. The throbbing between my legs had died down, but I couldn’t get the image of Jaime Zander, naked on his bed, out of my mind, or forget the feeling of his cock exploding in my mouth.

Today’s events whooshed around in my head like a rollercoaster—the plane ride, Victor’s assault, the stock crisis, Vivien’s audacious behavior, Jaime’s cyber sex. They were all too much for one human being to handle. I truthfully couldn’t think straight. My mind was mush.

Draping a soft Egyptian cotton robe on my battered body, I ambled to the state-of-the-art bathroom that was adjacent to my bedroom. Perhaps a shower would wash the mess in my head away and bring me some clarity.

Shrugging off the robe, I stepped into the large stall shower, pulled out the faucet knob, and let the multiple jets of water bombard me. Wasted, I sagged down the travertine wall and buried my head between my bent knees, wishing the memories away. It was futile. My life was spinning out of control, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Slowly, I lifted my heavy head, my eyes passing over my shiny white scar. As if I didn’t have enough going on in my head, the memory of that fateful night flickered inside it. Regardless of how evil Boris Borofsky was, I had committed a crime. Robbed him blind. I was not a religious person, but I believed in karma. Clarity hit me like a thunderstorm’s first sting of rain. There was no doubt. All the terrible things that were happening to me were the result of my terrible secret. There was a power higher than Victor Holden, and He was bringing me down.

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